Chapter 101: Lore Wedding Night 11

At this point, all her good is gone.

Her peerless demeanor could not stop his brutality.

All he remembered was her badness-

Hunt down your own little fairy......

The little fairy who regards the world's first joy of two snakes as the greatest shame......

The little fairy who broke away in the black hole of time......

It's like how she didn't hesitate to stab Xia Ji in his heart with a big knife that day......

This woman would rather die than belong to herself......

This woman would rather kill herself than belong to herself......

She only has the little prince in her eyes and heart, Prince Chen.

Just like she was now, a pair of big frightened eyes stared in Prince Chen's direction, full of concern and anger......

The concern is the little prince's, and the anger is always for the Dark Lord.

He hated every heart so much that he no longer felt pity.

She jumped.

However, he is always one step faster than hers.

The next moment, she had been pressed under him, in the direction of the unconscious Zi Ling.

At that moment, she felt that Zi Ling was dead, and she was also dead.

"Devil, devil...... I've fought with you......"

The scissors were usurped by her at some point, and she was very vigilant this night.

It's like a rehearsal of a tragedy from a previous life.

Man, who has fallen in the same place twice, how can he allow a third time to happen??

It was the first time she had been prepared against the Dark Lord.

The jade plate on his chest, the wrench on his hand, and even this hidden pair of scissors......

Even Ziling didn't know her movements, and even she couldn't imagine herself......

She suddenly became fierce, savage, and even more fierce than the wolf girls in this world.

This devil must not be allowed to destroy himself again.

She raised the scissors, and the sharp blades stabbed at him without hesitation......

The Dark Lord didn't dodge.

She stabbed him desperately, stabbed him, and the devil's skin flowed with the strange blood of hibiscus, but it was not red, but blue, the color of a bewitching blue rose juice......

In this life, even if he has endured the scorching sun and fire, he has never shed blood......

Ordinary people, how can they have the opportunity to hurt him with a sword??

However, today, he is bleeding in front of the woman he loves the most...... Soon, the blue demon blood stained the □□'s big red quilt, and it also dripped all over Ji Wuxue's snow-white arms......

However, he didn't care, nor did he care about the flowing pain, snatched her scissors with his backhand, and threw them aside......

The beautiful wedding house has become his wedding room.

The bright red color has become a lingering nightmare for her life.

His thirst has gone deep into his bones...... It's like a gluttony that eats the marrow and knows the taste, after one time, thousands of times to think about it, and now, it is finally going to get what you want again......

Just like her freshly bloomed clean body, the fragrance of a maiden, the holiness of bathing in incense...... Like, she was born for him...... This night, Prince Chen, he is nothing more than just a best man.

He even got in the way and kicked him into the corner.

Xia Ji watched his arrogance and ferocity, just like the night Ziman was scorched, her eyes widened in fear, and she didn't dare to shout, for fear that the next moment, Zi Ling would also turn into that terrible charcoal......

She bit her lip to keep herself from screaming...... This makes her delicate body like a rose in the cold wind.